FORTY-FIVE CALIBRE

Running out the gate like it's Super Bowl Sunday
Crackin' seven-tens, ain't no work 'til Monday
Reinvent this game like Samuel Colt did
Forty-Five calibre, I'm sick of this Olde shit.
English.

My peacemaker sends them Red Coats runnin'
Where my brew at, cracker?
Gotta keep steady gunnin'.


guest posted by: shriekin' bastard